The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

To Love You Again, My Husband

Chapter 59: Be This Sweet Jackson laid her head on top of his chest, scooping a spoonful of abalone porridge before placing it inside her mouth. While he wiped the excess food using the white towel he had prepared beforehand. To make sure she feels comfortable, he even wrapped her blanket around her, not even allowing a gap to sip through the air. After a few feedings, he gave her water to drink.

“Slowly, oh, slowly,” he giggled, wiping the water.

As he was about to feed her again, she leaned backward, relaying that she was full to which he yielded. Jackson obediently set the spoon in the bowl, proceeding to pat her back afterward.

“Do you feel better?”

She hotly released a sick exhalation. “… I suppose, better.”

“What a relief.”

Airina raised her head to him – the sweetness from her heart resurfacing and spreading all over her body. All along, she assumed she was fine being solo but it turned out that being cared for and fed by someone has its own advantages. Moreover giving her the whole feeling of being cared for. She didn’t think much of his ‘affection’ for her as he had told, yet right now, his affection seemed to be contagious.

Clearly, from how the way he gestured, wiped the excess water from her mouth, and the way he spoke towards her – he dearly cared for her.

He was even so obedient that he fed Gly each day without fail. He also shared dinners with her, or if not permitted, he would say his farewell with a stolen kiss from her forehead.

Right at this moment, she knew she was loved.

“You know,” she began, “Isn’t this the first time?”

“The first time about?”

“Being together, alone. I meant… in a situation like this,” Airina’s mouth broke into a light smile, “We didn’t have good memories previously, did we?”

“I… I’m sorry for treating you so badly.”

Airina scoffed, “I loved you, then. From back five years ago…” a soft voice slowly reduced its tone, “You were so handsome, and I adored your smile.”

“Thank you for praising and adoring me. I adore you, too.”

Airina laughed at him. For sure, this was far from the most natural conversation they had without the awkward atmosphere creeping in. From a distance, if they heard or seen by others, they would have believed they were old lovers simply reminiscing their pasts.

Jackson caressed her cheeks, also checking her temperature.

“Do you want to sleep now?”

She eyed him, “What about you?”

He proudly scrunched his nose, “Hah! I could sleep on the floor.”

She didn’t respond, allowing him to effortlessly carry her to her bedroom. He sweetly tucked her inside her soft bed, untying her clip and pulling out the few ornaments from her hair. It made him wonder how she managed to keep them intact when she moved too much the whole day.

As she was about to drift into her slumber, she mumbled.

“… T-there’s a set of bedsheets on the last drawer… you can use it…”

Jackson glanced back at her, smiling and nodding. Before he readied his bed, he made sure that the door was tightly locked. As for the matter of the man who almost stabbed her, he had reported his appearance to the police which they were still investigating.

In the gaps of the night, Jackson climbed on the bed to check her condition. Upon careful examination and check-ups, he finally had the nerve to close his eyes – but he couldn’t sleep a wink for he was anxious that her condition would deteriorate.

“You look so pretty.”

Jackson grinned to the fullest.

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When Airina woke up the next day, she couldn’t see Jackson but he did leave a note.

It contained simple words of,

[I cooked you a breakfast. I still have matters to address back in the company, so I won’t be able to share them with you. I’ll be back later.]

Rather than giving her a call, he preferred letters.

When she was young, she loved receiving letters – whether they were in the form of confession, or anything related to that as they had ‘more’ emotions into it. Of course, that doesn’t mean that calls or messages lacked emotions; yet seeing how each stroke of his handwriting was carved into the small sticky note made her smile in joy.

“I didn’t you could be this sweet…”